Mostly an issue of me repeating a bad habit, I guess... A vent, kinda.
It's my birthday and I needed to get new glasses because mine broke. We were at the mall and we were down to two options. I preferred Option 1 a whole bunch. My dad liked Option 2. I took my time deliberating it, I personally really value my style and I really wanted to capture that euphoric feeling I had with my old glasses. Option 2 was just okay for me, but I saw the vision too.
My dad has this thing to sort of suppress his anger and impatience, but it's a thing that everyone in the room can feel and be pressured by, if you know what I mean. He's been that type of person to justify the fact he didn't outright say it, it'd mean he wasn't doing anything bad.
I couldn't really think straight at that moment, he was already clicking his tongue and encouraging me to pick one already, and I caved and just picked Option 2.
I thought it would grow on me anyway, I mean they weren't bad glasses, and I was admittedly also getting frustrated that he was ruining the mood for my family. I didn't plan to take too long in picking, just enough for me to feel satisfied.
I ended up realizing a lot of stuff late that I don't like about the glasses. My optimistic view is that it shapes my face in a different way and it would encourage me to get a new haircut that I've been meaning to. But yeah. Not too sure how to approach this. I loved Option 1 a lot. It's my fault admittedly still. But yeah. A little sad when I look in the mirror it's not... what I want, kind of. I'm well aware I was pretty immature, I wanted to not use up any more time there, but yeah.